tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post116881354057986321..comments2007-02-22T21:00:41.528-05:00Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1168963129418365482007-01-16T10:58:00.000-05:002007-01-16T10:58:00.000-05:002007-01-16T10:58:00.000-05:00Maybe they're more like Elvis' mafia that followed him everywhere.wordigirlhttp://wordgirl5.typepad.com/half_of_the_skynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1168916651334887672007-01-15T22:04:00.000-05:002007-01-15T22:04:00.000-05:002007-01-15T22:04:00.000-05:00Too true! I never thought about that. But Booby is right about the entourage thing. Maybe we all need a little posse in our lives...Jess Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987689969282168406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1168871586307003702007-01-15T09:33:00.000-05:002007-01-15T09:33:00.000-05:002007-01-15T09:33:00.000-05:00Every good icon needs a posse otherwise you're up on stage all by yourself and you have to get your own drinks and drive yourself around.TBhttp://soulgardening.typepad.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1168829764614106892007-01-14T21:56:00.000-05:002007-01-14T21:56:00.000-05:002007-01-14T21:56:00.000-05:00That is too funny! I love Entourage.<BR/><BR/>I clicked on that link to the Irish coffeeshop, and I thought it was interesting that the photo shows a waitress holding a plate of meat, meat,eggs and meat (and blood sausage too, I think), while holding her hand over her heart. She's getting heartburn just LOOKING at all that food!Elizabethhttp://table4five.netnoreply@blogger.com